Sunday, June 9, 2013

Soldier On

This happens every so often. I completely lose steam, feel deflated, parched, and need a break, but I don't get one. When you carry the burden of losing a child, you get no breaks. The grief is always there, raging, under that thin sheen of ice. It is a monster that will haunt you forever. You have to stay in your skin, even when you don't want to, you have to drag your heart along with each year that goes by, even though each beat is painful, you have to smile and laugh, always pretending and pretending some more, which makes you very, very tired . Over time, I have learned to manage the grief over losing Vanessa, but out of necessity, and nothing else. It took a long time to learn how to manage, and I still walk a fine line of keeping face and falling into darkness, but days like these, I feel like it is too much. This pack is too heavy, and I just want a break. I look for someone to carry it for a while so I can catch my breath, but there is no one that can. It is my Scarlet letter to carry.I can't remember what it feels like to have a heart free of that pain. That seems foreign. I don't remember how it feels to have the easy nature of freely feeling joy. It seems so beautiful, and for those of you that can have this, feel grateful. You are lucky. I wish my heart could sing again, but the song is long gone.

Last night after a brief breakdown, Jeremy asked me why I was crying. During the moment of clarity which made me cry, my answer was,

"I just didn't picture my life going like this. I feel like I am just passing time until I see her again, not really living, just passing time."

He nodded, and agreed as we sat there in the semi darkness before falling asleep with that on our minds. The morning didn't bring much relief except a brief ray of eight year old sunshine that bounded down the stairs and asked for breakfast. I was still feeling down so I said "Why don't you make your own this morning?" So, she did. From somewhere deep in the recesses of the pantry she unearthed a small, one person sized box of Fruit Loops, poured some milk over it, added a fistful of golden raisins and some chocolate chips, and that was her homemade breakfast. It made me smile. I felt a little guilty over not fixing her a healthy square breakfast, but not today. I need today to take as much of a break from myself as possible.

I will be taking a break from the blog for about a month to re-adjust my pack, heave it back on my back, and soldier on. As always, I thank you sweet people for reading my words and connecting with them, and allowing me the outlet of pouring my insides into words. Now, I can't leave without sharing something, so I will leave you with a recipe for a yummy summer evening gathering, or maybe, even a Father's Day dinner.

Low Country Boil

2lbs. Cleaned, uncooked shrimp, shells on 6-8 fresh ears of corn, shucked, broken into thirds 1 1/2-2 pounds baby red or mixed color baby potatoes 1 packaged of andouille sausage (about 6-8 links) cut into thirds 2 lemons, quartered 2 boxes of Zatarain's Crab boil Optional: Crusty french bread extra quartered lemons for the table cocktail sauce for dipping
Fill two large pots of water, and bring each of them to a boil. Some people like to do this outside and use one extra large pot over a gas powered burner which would work great, but I only had my stove, so I had to split it into two pots.

Once each pot of water is boiling, add 1 Tbsp of kosher salt to each pot, and divide the whole potatoes evenly between the two pots. Boil for 10 minutes, then add the lemon, corn, andouille sausage, and crab boil packets, and again, split between the two pots equally. The crab boil comes in a convenient little spice bag, so add a bag to each pot. The crab/shrimp boil is packaged in a little yellow box about the size of a pudding box. At Vashon Thriftway it can be found behind the fish counter where you self- weigh your seafood, and at Fred Meyer, I found it in the spice section where you buy cooking spices.

Boil for 10 more minutes, then add your shrimp. Boil for about ten more minutes, turn off your burner and let sit for 5 minutes or so, or until you feel it has steeped in the spices long enough. Most people drain it, line their tables with newspaper, and toss it right on there. I put it all on a large serving platter and everyone picked off of it, and lined my table with newspaper so no plates were needed. Easy breezy clean-up. This fed 6 hungry people, and we had enough for leftovers for lunch for the three of us the next day. On the table, I had warmed crusty french bread, quartered lemons to squeeze, and plenty of cocktail sauce. Oh, yes, and Gin and Tonic's. They go very well with this ; )

It isn't a cheap meal to make, so it is great for a special occasion, or when you want to woo someone.

Happy Father's Day to all you wonderful Father's reading this, and Happy 4th of July to you all. Stay safe, have plenty of fun, and enjoy the start to Summer!